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Alfred Lord Tennyson Quote - A beam in darkness: let it grow.

A beam in darkness: let it grow.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
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Black Deep Lying Truth Wisdom
It’s better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would’ve happened if I had tried.
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Failure Life Live Thinking Wonder
O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
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Himself Kiss Light Love Myself Relationahip Romance Soul Sun
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.
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Doubt One Liner Sun
My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.
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Break Fear Gratitude Life Myself Wings
God’s finger touched him, and he slept.
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Death Fingers God Grief Touch
Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet- Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
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Breathe God Hands Himself Spiritual
Who is wise in love, love most, say least.
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Love One Liner Talk Wisdom
The quiet sense of something lost.
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Lost One Liner Quiet
Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths; Love laps his wings on either side the heart Absorbing all the incense of sweet thoughts, So that they pass not to the shrine of sound.
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Heart Lips Love Sound Wings
Silence, beautiful voice.
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Beautiful One Liner Silence Voice
And our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
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Lips Ourselves Philosophy Spirit Togetherness Touch
Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.
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Death Fools Himself Mad Men Stupidity Thinking
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.
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Flower Music Rose Sound
Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.
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Death Ourselves Reason
What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.
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Flower Soul Spiritual Sunshine

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